When I was walking down a residential street in Jakarta, I saw a food stall. The stall was on wheels so that it could be moved around, but it was not a mobile stall in the real sense of the term, as if it changed its place of business depending on the mood of the day, but perhaps parked in front of the house so that the eaves of the house would become a store. The stall was painted blue, just like the Bajajs that run throughout the city, which gives them a refreshing look. The color of the tents stretched out on top of the stalls was also blue.
There was a photo of faded food on the stall. According to it, this stall served noodles. The bowl in the photo was filled with soup just like Japanese ramen noodles, and it seemed to be different from the common Indonesian Mie Ayam. But I didn't know what it was. In any case, the noodles dripping with juice looked delicious.
I was going to ask the person making it, but there was no one at the stall, just yellow chopsticks and a bottle of spices. If someone comes, someone will probably come from the house to cook. With that in mind, I looked to the back of the stall and saw human feet. A person seemed to be sleeping in the shade just behind the stall, not inside the house. I also saw a baby standing at his feet. The stall was operating in the midst of the stench of life.
December 15, 2020
SONY ALPHA 7R II
ZEISS BATIS 2/40 CF